AN: This is my second poem about the weeping angels, it's longer than the other one since now I've seen the entire episode and not just the promo. It was so, soo, so doctor whoishly heartbreaking? Anyway I hope you enjoy :)
Disclamier: if I owed Doctor who the tenth doctor never would have died and I wouldn't still be grieving Rose. I would remove all the angst that we fangirls love and I would suffer under my own wrath. Alas, I claim nothing.
The stone you watch
The stone you remember
Isn't us
Isn't ours
Yet you fear it
Because it hides us
Because it shows you our smirk
Faces of stone seeing you
Hands covering so you can't see what they see of you
Feeling the vibrations of their need
Of what they want
Crave
The tickle in you neck
The chill down your spine
The turn of our head
In your fear
You turn yours too
Gives the opportunity
We need
To reach you
Flapping wings formed in rock
Seeming to surround you in their width
Trapping you
To take what they like from you
Crave
We have trapped you once again
Trapped you in our hourglass
Just when you thought you had escaped
Escaped our reaching
The empty eyes staring at you
The gaping mouths screaming at you
Calling for you
Shouting for the thing they need
Crave
One touch and you're on your way back
Back and back till where we need you
Want you
You're at the mercy of our hands
Yet we have no mercy
And it is at the touch of a mere finger
That we have what we want
What you owe
One face of stone staring at you
Smiling at you
Freezing your heart when you feel the call
To lean into the touch
Of those fingers
To give it what it wants
Crave
We don't trap you
We simply catch you
AN: Please review and tell me what you thought, I want to improve and write more!
